Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
